[ Is this... an alien from the wormhole? Would it be rude to ask? Is this Deatth Chat even capable of providing contact with a prophet? What would this mean for the Emissary? ]
Oh, I see! [ She doesn't see. ]
My name — Ezri — is pretty obviously Trill, you know? I think that's a human name, too. Isn't that funny how different cultures can develop the same thing? But nobody who looks at me would mistake me for human, of course. The spots are a dead giveaway! And the whole symbiont thing, but you can't see that just by looking at me. Not with my uniform on, anyway. Uh, sorry, too much information. Anyway, Dax is also pretty clearly — well, you know, Dax, but I guess my old family name, Tigan, is a little more ambiguous.
It's just great not to be the only non-human anymore! Do you have a species? Or are you really just as you are?
And — well, okay, back on track. I'm actually a counselor on Deep Space 9, right outside Bajor's wormhole! Or The Celestial Temple, as you might have heard the Bajorans call it! That's the Bajoran-Federation space station. It's a warzone, um, and we're in the middle of a war with the Dominion.
[ That's how you ask if she's from The Celestial Temple, right? Right! ]
And — oh, gosh, I'm sorry, I've gotten completely off track again, haven't I? I definitely have stories about adventure and heroism! But they're Dax's, not mine. I'm definitely not much of a hero, or... or an adventurer, really, but if I don't have just myself to pull from... You might want stories from Jadzia Dax — my previous host — she was a real fighter. Really brave, unlike me. She also lived on Deep Space 9. She was murdered by a Pah-wraith while protecting the Tears of the Prophets in the station's temple.
[ If she keeps over explaining and name-dropping these things, this one might recognize something and comment on it and confirm her theory, right? Right? Could she really be so lucky as to be encountering a Prophet? ]
That's how I became Dax's host, anyway, just because I was the closest Trill within lightyears...
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Oh, I see! [ She doesn't see. ]
My name — Ezri — is pretty obviously Trill, you know? I think that's a human name, too. Isn't that funny how different cultures can develop the same thing? But nobody who looks at me would mistake me for human, of course. The spots are a dead giveaway! And the whole symbiont thing, but you can't see that just by looking at me. Not with my uniform on, anyway. Uh, sorry, too much information. Anyway, Dax is also pretty clearly — well, you know, Dax, but I guess my old family name, Tigan, is a little more ambiguous.
It's just great not to be the only non-human anymore! Do you have a species? Or are you really just as you are?
And — well, okay, back on track. I'm actually a counselor on Deep Space 9, right outside Bajor's wormhole! Or The Celestial Temple, as you might have heard the Bajorans call it! That's the Bajoran-Federation space station. It's a warzone, um, and we're in the middle of a war with the Dominion.
[ That's how you ask if she's from The Celestial Temple, right? Right! ]
And — oh, gosh, I'm sorry, I've gotten completely off track again, haven't I? I definitely have stories about adventure and heroism! But they're Dax's, not mine. I'm definitely not much of a hero, or... or an adventurer, really, but if I don't have just myself to pull from... You might want stories from Jadzia Dax — my previous host — she was a real fighter. Really brave, unlike me. She also lived on Deep Space 9. She was murdered by a Pah-wraith while protecting the Tears of the Prophets in the station's temple.
[ If she keeps over explaining and name-dropping these things, this one might recognize something and comment on it and confirm her theory, right? Right? Could she really be so lucky as to be encountering a Prophet? ]
That's how I became Dax's host, anyway, just because I was the closest Trill within lightyears...